I woke up in the morning and I didn't want anything, 
didn't do anything, 
couldn't do it anyway.

And at some point the struggle becomes too much. Too tiring. And you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy or whatever to happen"

When you reach for the stars, you are reaching for the farthest thing out there. When you reach deep into yourself, it is the same thing, but in the opposite direction. If you reach in both directions, you will have spanned the universe.

你快乐吗？

On my broken wings I have gone through time and space and beyond On my broken wings I have tried to fly out of reach of my tears cried On broken wings I have touched hearts Some fears and other deeper inner parts On broken wings I have traveled the dark where hurt and pain have left me so marked On broken wings I have crossed the sky landed more broken without a reason why On broken wings I sit and pray for a light or a way to heal and fly beyond my sight On broken wings I want to soar so very high and see the wonders of spirits gone by On broken wings I want to get beyond all the pain I wonder how far I can fly in all this pouring rain

Bits and pieces

For the past few days my inner self been urging me to blog. It haven occur to me that this whole time my site been so dead or maybe it's existence shows little significance. Well but here I am, back to my little diary. I could have easily wrote an essay about my life but how do I start? Things happened. part of me wishing god's got my life planned out, I wished I could do more in the past haven felt I have lived life to the fullest. As old sayings, too much things yet to little time. Good & bad, gained some lose some. Grown much.